Daisy Duke Fanfiction #1

Commissioned by: anongreay

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: February 2nd, 2024

Word Count: 2,500 words

Synopsis: Daisy goes the extra mile to convince Enos to tell her what Boss Hogg plans to do with the Duke’s farm.

CW: NSFW, mature for sexual situations, language, nudity, mature themes, and harassment.

Note: Set in an alternate universe based on Dukes of Hazzard, 2005, by Warner Bros. (Note: all characters belong to Warner Bros. This piece is not for commercial use and is only a fanfiction piece.)

Series List: Daisy Duke Fanfiction #1, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #2, Daisy Duke Fanfiction #3

Daisy burst through the door of Pauline’s kitchen in a whirlwind. Her arms were full of clothes and a wig, which she unceremoniously dumped on Pauline’s table with a whine. Pauline, nose in a coffee mug, looked up at Daisy in the same way a tired mother looked up when her kids interrupt her daily me-time watching the television soaps.

Pauline, an older woman in her 40’s, was a motherly figure to Daisy, if not a loyal confidant. Dressed in a buttoned up blue blouse with a winged collar, she wore her long brown hair up in a bun. Dainty earrings hung from her ears and her growing smile at Daisy’s antics was painted red in lipstick.

“Daisy, did you remember to take your shoes off at the door?” Pauline teased. Everyone knew she had an open-door policy, but Daisy standing over her huffing and puffing as a tan coat, brown wig, hat, and sunglasses spilled over her tabletop initiated an urge to poke some fun at the poor girl.

Daisy winced and kicked off her boots. She pushed her items farther onto the table, nearly knocking over a bowl of apples sitting idyllically on the lace table runner and slumped into a chair.

“Pauline, it’s awful! That foul-man. That monster!” Daisy fumed.

Pauline put down her mug and reached out to grasp Daisy’s hands. The young girl’s face was a picture of desperation. Her pink-lip gloss lips quivered, and her doe-like eyes were wide with emotion. Her heart-stopping blonde hair tucked and twirled around to frame her face and draped down her shoulders. Wearing a little denim tank-top and white cut-offs, she could stop any man in his tracks, but Pauline knew there was much more to Daisy Duke than that.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. What happened? Is everyone okay?” Pauline asked. Daisy nodded, picking at the lace on the table as she tried to put together an explanation. She started slow, as if testing out the words before her whole story came out in a rush.

“You see—Uncle Jesse, the boys, and I were at the farm when Boss came in and found evidence of our moonshine operation. I thought I had everything hidden away but they found something in the barn and used that as an excuse to confiscate the entire farm and property from Jesse!”

“You’re kidding?!”

Daisy surged forward, her eyes getting bright with a foxy determination. The girl was full of mischief. “That’s why I went down to the police station today to see Enos and ask what’s going on.” Daisy motioned to her clothes on the table. She had gone over in a disguise since Boss Hogg swore to arrest her and her family if he ever saw any of them in Hazzard ever again. Of course, a little warning was not going to stop her from helping her family. Daisy winced as Pauline looked at her in concern. She didn’t want to worry Pauline, but it was really important to her!

“Did Boss see you?”

“No, I wore this—” Daisy picked up her wide-brim hat and dark sunglasses. The frames were big enough to cover her entire face from forehead to cheeks. “I wore a disguise and a wig to sneak in and talk to Enos. I said, ‘Enos, what’s Boss doing takin’ all that land?’ but before he could answer, we were interrupted, and I had to duck outside.”

“What do you mean all that land? You didn’t figure anything out?”

 “Nothing yet. But Bo and Luke found out that Hogg is confiscating property and buying up plots of land all over Hazard. I need to figure out what he is up to, but I can’t think of a thing.

“I even asked Billy Prickett what was going on because the sponsorships on his car are all from Boss, now. He even covered up the Coca-Cola logo!”

Pauline shook head. “And he says he’s a Georgia-boy.”

Daisy puffed out her lips. “For real,” she muttered. Daisy sank toward the table and put her head on her hands. “They must be paying him something sweet. I just know something bad is going on.”

Pauline traced her fingers over her glass. She got up and prepared a cup of coffee for Daisy. As she tinkered with the sugar, Daisy looked up at the dark wood cabinets housing Pauline’s holiday plates and china. Pauline hummed to herself and brought the cup over to Daisy who accepted it gratefully.

“What do you think is gonna happen?” Daisy asked. The fire that had burned in her chest earlier when she thought she had a gameplan and a chance to help had all nearly smoldered, leaving a sickly smoky feeling in her throat.

"I think,” Pauline began, “you should try to talk to Enos again. Mean old Boss usually leaves him in the police station all day where he can’t get in the way, doesn’t he? Try again and maybe this time… turn on some of your charm. You know that soft soul will listen to anything you say.”

Daisy took a sip and grimaced. “Aw, Pauline. I can’t do that to poor Enos. He’s so innocent—we are just friends!”

“And are you more than friends with all the men you have seduced or tricked in the past?”

Daisy almost choked and tried to swallow before coughing. She slapped her chest and shook her head as she coughed. “Pauline! N-no, never. I just needed something and most of them were not good men like Enos.”

A silence fell over the table as Pauline and Daisy nursed their drinks. Outside the kitchen window, the chittering music of a brown thrasher echoed across the fields. Sunlight played across the kitchen floor and Daisy began to calm down in the peaceful, welcoming space. While she wasn’t sure what she could do to help her family—and the town, if Boss was really up to something horrible—but she knew she would keep trying. Maybe Bo and Luke would come up with an idea.

“Even if you are just friends, I think Enos would understand in the end that you really need his help. I think if you go back, get him alone, and push him a little further, he won’t be able to say no to you,” Pauline said.

“I know…” Daisy agreed. “But it just feels wrong. Poor Enos.”

“Poor Dukes,” Pauline countered. “How about we come up with a new plan? I think you need to go about this differently. I know you can walk in and just strut your stuff, but Enos is already very aware of your country-charm, curves, and golden-tan. You need to do something unexpected. Something he hasn’t seen before and has no choice but to listen to.”

Daisy wrung her fingers and looked up at Pauline through her long mascara-caked lashes. "I suppose? I just don’t wanna hurt him.”

“I know sweetie. Me too. But I think I have a plan. What do you normally do when you seduce someone?”

“I shake my ass at them or do some sweet talking…”

“Right, I know you are not shy, but I think we need to activate your full potential. Some playful teasing isn’t going to do the job!”

“This still sounds like we’re taking advantage of him,” Daisy whined.

Pauline started to get up from the table. “Not how I’m thinking. I think he’ll thank you for what you’re gonna show him.”

“Pauline—tell me what you are thinking!” She got up and followed Pauline who was heading out of the kitchen. Pauline’s home was a simple farmhouse-home with white walls and warmly decorated rooms. She went upstairs and led Daisy to her bedroom where a small armoire and vanity sat on one wall.

Pauline showed Daisy to the vanity and sat her down before the mirror. Daisy, nervous but intrigued by her friend, watched her every move. She didn’t know what to expect. Looking into the mirror over Daisy’s shoulder, Pauline smiled.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. You couldn’t possibly hurt Enos—I know that’s not something your kind heart can do.”

“You’re right…”

“And your home—maybe all our homes—are on the line here. We don’t know what Boss is up to, but we all know that it won’t be good if we let him get his way.”

“Yes,” Daisy agreed. “I couldn’t look sweet Uncle Jesse in the eye again if I don’t try my best to help.”

Pauline softened. “We all know you are always trying your best. I am not trying to make you feel bad sweetie—this is supposed to be a pep talk! I know you will do everything you can, and I think we have a good opportunity.”

“Okay,” Daisy laughed. She trusted Pauline and was ready to hear what she had in store for her. She couldn’t imagine what else she could try on poor Enos, but she was curious to figure out what the plan would be. “And these desperate measures are?”

Pauline clasped her hands on Daisy’s cheeks and jokingly pinched her lips into a pucker. Daisy giggled and tried to pull away.

“You are going to knock Enos off his feet. I’m going to give you a makeover, a game plan, and the keys to changing that man’s life.”

“And he’ll be okay?”

“He’ll be great, I’m sure,” Pauline assured. Daisy, still staring in the mirror, started to break into a pearly smile. Her beauty flowed and surged like a soft wind caressing a field of wheat. It shifted, glowed, and never abated.

“Okay, I’m in,” Daisy said. Pauline grinned and shook Daisy’s shoulders in excitement.

"Alright, go ahead into the bathroom and wash your face. I want to start with a fresh canvas!” Pauline ordered.

Daisy bounced up from her seat and followed her directions. She washed her face and tied back her hair to get her shorter layers out of her face. Walking back to Pauline, she was directed back to the vanity’s seat where an array of makeup and cosmetics now cluttered the tabletop. There were lipsticks, lip glosses, foundations, rainbows of eye shadow, and mascaras of every kind. 

“Wow, Pauline, I didn’t know you were fixin’ to swoon the whole county,” Daisy teased. “Do you wear these colors to church?”

Pauline swatted at her. “A girl can have a little fun, right?”

“Right!” Daisy agreed.

“Alright, let’s get started!” Pauline started to pick out powders and foundations to color Daisy’s face. She highlighted her best features and added seductive shadows to her cheekbones, temple, and nose. As she painted her face, the girls giggled and talked through their plans.

“You’ll need to demand his attention as soon as you walk in the department’s door. No polite, ‘excuse me’s,’ or ‘hey, Enos.’ Don’t give him an opportunity to look at anything but you. Instant captivation is key,” Pauline instructed. She brushed and blended blush onto Daisy’s already perfect cheeks. Next, she began to add tan-colored eye shadow, a little taste of glitter, and a shadowy swoop to her eye lids.

“Hey, Enos,” Daisy said into the mirror. She bit her lip and broke into a smile, bubbling with nervous energy. “Hi—Hey…” She cringed at her attempts to please the mirror.

“What did I just say,” Pauline teased. “No ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’s?” Her voice lilted and made the “ou” in “you” float in her southern charm. “Be assertive. Walk in and—boom—you are right there!”

Daisy tried again, despite Pauline gently tracing on her eyeliner. “Enos,” Daisy said. She let her voice dip and slip into a silky dark undertone. “Enos,” she repeated, lengthening the seductive feel.

“There you go. That’s an attention getter.”

“You think so?”

“I know you know so. Stop acting shy.” Pauline smiled. She picked up the mascara and knelt in front of Daisy to apply it. Daisy’s eyelashes curled and stood tall with the dark coloring. They looking like fans reaching away from and accentuating her eyes. While her everyday look was already gorgeous, Pauline’s handiwork was something else.

“Okay, make-up is done. I’ll work on your hair; you pick out your favorite lip gloss.”

Pauline curled and shaped Daisy’s hair to show off its body and bounce. Daisy searched through the different items on the vanity counter until her slender fingers stopped at a pink-fantasy lip gloss.

“This one’ll be perfect. But what am I going to wear?”

“Just you wait. I’ve got the perfect piece for you,” Pauline said. She finished fixing Daisy’s hair and hit it with a blast of hair spray. “Let’s go, girlie.”

Pauline went over to her armoire, opened it, and dug into a drawer. “This is something I used to wear when I was a lot younger. But I think it will work perfectly for our plan.” She unearthed a bright-pink string bikini. The little two piece was vibrant in color and oh-so-small.

“Pauline!” Daisy gasped. “What little secrets have you been hiding?!”

Pauline held the bikini up to her chest and pretended to saunter into the room. She stepped slowly, taking time between each alluring heel-strike.

“You’re going to walk right into the station in one of my great overcoats, catch his attention with a look and a only single word,” Pauline explained. Daisy hurried over to her side and copied her moves, laughing as she tried them out and added her own sexy flair.

“Then, before he can say anything, you will drop your jacket and show him what God gave you. Sound alright?”

Daisy blushed. “It still feels so weird!” she crooned. “I’ve never done this to poor Enos." Daisy took the bikini from Pauline and held it up before her. It looked like a perfect fit, and it was going to be a good plan. She knew that. She felt it in her heart but that didn’t stop the nerves quivering deep within her. It was much easier when she tricked a nameless man trying to cause trouble. This was so much different.

“Don’t chicken out now. You have everything you need right here to succeed,” Pauline said. She smiled and patted Daisy tenderly on the arm. “And I believe in you, so I think you have a good chance.”

“Just a ‘chance?’”

“More than that, and you know it.”

***

Pauline drove Daisy to the Hazzard County Sheriff’s office in her old pick-up truck. Daisy sat in the passenger seat with Pauline’s knee-length overcoat wrapped tightly around her little body. Despite wearing a bathing suit underneath, the large coverage made her feel naked underneath. Not that she minded too much; she had the confidence, but she really needed to talk herself up for this one.

As the warm Georgia wind rolled in through their windows, Daisy’s hair was thrown up into a flurry as she and Pauline made their way to the sheriff’s. The red-clay country roads led them away from the hills of Pauline’s home and past a mix of lush fields, twisting rivers, and tall stands of pines.

Pauline turned on the radio, flickering through channels of static until “Hell on Heels” by the Pistol Annies came on. Taking a turn on the road, Pauline straightened out and shot a grin at Daisy.

“You’re going to rock his world—”

“Drive him crazy!”

Daisy hooted out the window and reached out to feel the wind. She was going to do this, and she was going to do it right.

“You got this sweetie; he won’t know what hit him!”

The pines along the road gave away to a mix of small properties and townhomes as they approached the seat of Hazzard County. Wooden fences looped around yards, dogs barked at the end of their leashes, and livestock populated fields. The warm, dust-filled air of Appalachian Georgia caressed Daisy’s face. This was the land she and her cousins grew up in. It’s where she’s spent every moment of her life. She wasn’t about to let some power-hungry man like Boss take it away from everyone. She knew what the heart of Hazzard was like. And she couldn’t let him milk it for all the money in the world.

“From a married man who wasn’t up to no good. I’m hell on heels, baby. I’m comin’ for you—” Miranda Lambert’s voice crooned from the radio. Daisy and Pauline began to sing along as they hurried toward the station.

“Poor ol’ Billy, bless his heart. I’m still using his credit card. I’m hell on heels, sugar daddy, I’m comin’ for you…”

The Hazard police station came into sight down at the end of the road, just past the center of town. The station was a small building with a large, attached garage. Pulling up into the gravel parking lot, Pauline stopped the truck and let the engine idle. Pauline turned down the radio and turned to Daisy.

“Do you want to give Enos one last chance before you go inside?”

Daisy pursued her lips. “That’s a good idea.” She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellphone. Flipping it open, she dialed the sheriff’s office number and let it ring.

“Hazard County Police Department. This is Deput Enos Strate speaking—”

“Enos?” Daisy asked. She spoke as her usual bubble self, with a tinge of seriousness. She didn’t want to use all her charms before she got in front of him in person. “This is Daisy—I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Oh, Daisy? Uh—hi, yes, how can I help you?” Enos stuttered. His voice brightened as if he smiled into the phoneline. Daisy glanced over at Pauline with a silent “watch this!” look of raised eyebrows and mischievous eyes.

“You know we are good friends, right? I’ll always help you if you need it… but right now, I need your help.”

“Of course, Daisy. What is it?”

“I need you to tell me what Boss is planning to do with all the land he’s buyin’ up. Something’s suspicious is going on and I need to know what it is,” Daisy said.

“Well, I—you know I can’t tell you that, Daisy.”

“Are you sure? I’m warning you, Enos. You might regret it if you don’t help me this time.”

“Boss said he’ll fire me for sure if I let slip one more of his duties. I swore this time—”

“Alright, Enos. I understand. You are a man of your word. If only there were some way I could sway you…”

“Huh?”

Daisy snapped her phone shut and ended the call. She and Pauline shared a look.

“Good luck girl!”

***

Daisy marched up to the sheriff’s office. Her high-heels slipped and sank between the gravel, but as a true country-girl, she kept a strong stride and walked without hesitation. Wrapping her brown jacket tightly around her, only Daisy’s legs were visible beneath the hem. Pulling the jacket extra close, the fabric gathered and bunched to further accentuate her hips and chest.

As she approached the door, humming “Hell on Heels,” her nerves burnt out and rose into embers of confidence. Every step filled her with more and more power and potential than the last. Grasping the door handle, she twisted it and stepped inside.

The Hazzard Sherrif’s Office was a simple gray room with a counter, check-in for arrests, and the deputy’s office out in the open. The sheriff had a private office in the back and there were spaces for cells and lock ups on both the top and ground floor.

At the deputy’s desk, Enos sat slouched in his chair, playing with a pencil he had been drumming against the tabletop. He wore a brown campaign hat and had short brown hair, cropped close to his head that liked to stick out around the top of his forehead. His face was a soft shape, looking a little doughy and pale, despite his sharp nose and cleft chin. Dressed in a tan uniform with a black tie, patches on his arms, and the deputy’s badge on his chest, poor Enos looked the part as a deputy sheriff, but his permanent position behind the desk did not let him truly serve in that capacity.

Daisy entered and walked to the center of the room before Enos could look up from his desk. She held her arms tightly around her waist and popped out one hip to strike a sultry pose. She touched her chin to her shoulder and side-eyed him as Enos looked up and his ghostly-white-blue eyes widened at the sight of her. His drumming slowed to a stop.

“Enos,” Daisy said. She said his name in a deep velvety register before he could say a word. Enos’ mouth opened but he only gulped in air. Daisy picked at the collar of her jacket and stepped forward dramatically.

The light floating into the office from outside danced off her like curtains revealing an elegant figure. Strutting toward him, Daisy’s hair bounced off her shoulders, hinting at what laid beneath her covered figure.

“I asked you to help me, Enos,” Daisy said. Enos gulped at the air, struggling to find a word—a sound—something to say back. Instead, his eyes focused on Daisy as she fingered the edges of her jacket and was about to pull it open when she shot Enos a little smile.

“Do you know why my initials are ‘DD,’ Enos?” she repeated his name in a breathy voice. She knew the power in repeating his name. The reality it leant to the fantasy of the moment. She was talking to him. She was seducing him…

Enos shook his head yet swiveled back as if to nod in confusion. “D-Daisy Duke?” he managed.

Daisy opened the jacket to expose her bikini-clad body. Enos’ jaw dropped and his pencils clattered to the floor.

“That’s not the only reason,” Daisy teased. She glanced down at her voluptuous chest and back at Enos, as if coaxing him in to stare.

Pauline’s bikini fit Daisy perfectly. The soft pink material barely covered her swell of breasts and tanned skin. The double-d’s she referred to were perfect globes, just begging to be caressed.

Daisy let the jacket fall to the floor. She shook out her golden curls and put her hands on her hips as if she was posing at the end of a catwalk. The bottom of the bikini hung onto the dip of her waist and couldn’t hide the curve of her ass. Her long legs, accented by her little high heels were more than enough to blow a man’s mind. Poor Enos was frozen in place as he took in a sight he would have only dreamed of before that day.

“Enos,” Daisy repeated, drawing out his name just to watch him squirm. She swayed and sashayed over to his desk, one jaunty step at a time. Her boobs bounced as she walked, and her hair shimmered under the ceiling lights. Every step her heels stuck the wooden floor with a sharp echo. Each clack grated into Enos’ ears as the unbelievable goddess that was Daisy approached him. She was Persephone, a beauty of spring, she was a sunbeam on a dripping hot summer day, she was all the charm and hospitality you could find in a southern home… Enos sank back into his seat, almost shivering with need in the face of her power and femininity. His took her in from head to toe. From the pink-allure of her lips, her bright eyes, the urge to press himself against those massive breasts, and her sexy ass swinging with each step. It took every ounce of Enos’ willpower to sit still and not faint under the pressure of her presence.

Daisy circled around to the side of Enos’ desk and bent over so her chest was right in his face and her mouth was poised by his ear.

The salty smell of a cold sweat wafted off Enos’ stricken face and neck. His eyes followed Daisy like a starving man would look at a feast. His lips struggled to come up with something to say, but he only stared dumbly, incapable of breathing without her permission. Daisy put her hand on the back of his chair and leaned against him.

In this position, Daisy was almost giddy with pleasure. She was in control. She worked him like putty in her hands and she knew when she asked him to answer her this time, he would do so without hesitation.

Daisy leaned in close. Enos shuddered. He tried to turn toward her, his mouth open as if waiting for a kiss. Leaning into the heavy feeling. Daisy cupped his chin in her free hand and held him still. Her manicured nails teased his cheek. Close, she let her soft lips brush his ear.  It was time to reap the benefits of all her hard work.

“Enos, where’s Boss Hogg and Roscoe?” Daisy asked.

Enos swallowed. To him, the question slithered its way in and changed the topic away from his fantasy. She needed him, but not in the way he wanted. Her perfume, the scent of her skin, her breath… Enos couldn’t resist. He could not disobey.

“A-at your… farm,” Enos answered.

It worked. That was it. Daisy smiled, fit to burst on the inside. She took a breath and steadied herself in the face of success.

“Thank you, Enos.”

Daisy let go of Enos’ chin and stood up from his chair. As suddenly as she had come in, she reversed and walked back toward the door. Her steps were no longer alluring and measured. Her sway was natural and back to her regular gait. But despite the abandonment of her act, Enos watched, pained, as he yearned for the girl in all her seasons, whether magnificent or just as the Daisy Duke he always knew.

Daisy picked up her jacket.

“That might be a new record,” she whispered.

***

Rushing out of the station, Daisy pulled on her jacket and hopped into the open passenger side door of Pauline’s truck.

“There at the farm! Go, go!” Daisy shouted. She hit the seat and closed the door behind her in a rush. Pauline put the truck into drive and hit the gas, spewing gravel behind them.

Daisy clutched the dashboard and searched for her phone to call Bo and Luke.

“How did it go?! What happened?!” Pauline shouted over the roar of the engine and the road now disappearing under their wheels.

“I did it! It worked!” Daisy cheered. “They are at our farm—I’ll call the boys and we can finally fix this!”

***

A few days later, the chaos that erupted in Hazard once Boss and Roscoe’s good-for-nothing plans had been ruined thanks to Daisy’s seduction of Enos as well as the boy’s combined efforts.

Uncle Jesse, Bo, Luke, and Daisy got their farm back and everything seemed to return to normal for the Dukes.

When everything calmed down again and Daisy was back to her everyday schedule of going to work, helping Uncle Jesse with the moonshine, and hanging out with her cousins, a sliver of guilt wormed its way into her conscious.

Sitting out on the porch with Pauline one afternoon, with a pitcher of sweet tea between them, Daisy let her worries be known.

“I know I did what I needed to do,” Daisy began, “but I still feel bad for Enos. You should have seen the look on his face.”

Pauline smiled into her drink. “I think there is only one thing you can do.” She looked at Daisy with a look that hints at motherly wisdom, an ability to put all the pieces together before the confused youth can line them up.

Daisy furrowed her brow and stared out at the sun-dappled fields. She winced and tried to hazard a guess. “I can go apologize?”

“No. You did nothing wrong, sweetheart. You saved your family. What I think is that you should go tell him how you feel. How it wasn’t your intention to hurt him.”

“I guess I can do that,” Daisy says.

“And even better, Uncle Jesse is throwing a party tonight to celebrate getting the farm back. Invite him to that! He helped us, after all.”

Daisy took Pauline’s advice and did just that. Before leaving the farm, she gave Enos a call and planned to meet him outside the sheriff’s office. Daisy, wearing her favorite cut-offs, a tank-top and a flowery leather belt, met Enos outside and approached the shy fellow.

“Enos, I want to apologize for getting a little carried away the other day,” Daisy began. “You were just doing your job—and a good job at it too—but I had to help my family.”

Enos listened, his cheeks pale as if he wasn’t breathing. He nodded numbly, trying to keep his distance while trying not to look at her too directly.

“That’s alright, Daisy. I understand,” Enos answered.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Daisy continued. “Can I make you feel any better? I’m really—” she remembered Pauline’s words. She couldn’t regret what she did and maybe she could turn this all around for the better. Approaching Enos, Daisy looped her arm around his and cupped his cheek. Before he could pull away, she tilted her face up to meet his and kissed him.

Enos’ knees buckled. He was stiff and unresponsive at first, but he gasped and lost his balance.

“Enos!” Daisy yelped. She gathered him in her arms and they both stumbled into the wall of the sheriff’s office. Enos grasped her waist to steady himself but blanched and tried to pull away out of embarrassment, but Daisy didn’t let him go.

“I’m not tricking you this time Enos, and you don’t have to be so scared of me anymore,” Daisy said. “I know all about your crush on me since the third grade, and I’m sorry I let you be sweet on me for so long without saying anything.” She kissed him again and this time, Enos reciprocated. His hands tightened on her waist, and he leaned against the wall as if the will to stand had left his body. Daisy giggled and covered him with kisses, her lips warming his cold shock before settling into a deep kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Daisy looked at Enos with a self-conscious smile. Enos stared at her in disbelief.

"Enos, would you go to my Uncle Jesse’s party with me? I’ve been meaning to find a date and I just can’t think of anyone else I’d rather go with.”

Enos, dumbfounded as ever, but with a new warmth to his expression, smiled. He might wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a dream, but he started nodding before he could even say the word, “yes.”

“Well shucks, Daisy. That sounds like a mighty good idea,” Enos answered.